Recently there have been a lot of election campaign going around in Malaysia, people everywhere who is concern about their country, played a part in the election run, some spoke, some listened and some photographed...Like Chubby, he managed to capture some beautiful colours of the people...
This was Terresa Kok's campaign, in puchong and in Oug...
Great Woman, the attraction was great. It was a Puchong...
This was in OUG...
The flags were flying, and people were gathering...
An aged man, he believes that he can make a difference...
He has seen some history, and he believes in seeing changes...
The old and the unfortunate, both have something in common, they both have hopes...
The young and innocent, they are watching, recording a piece of history...
It doesn't matter what colour we are, or even how we look like, it only matter what we believe in...
The crying old man...Sometimes it hurts, a lot of dreams had been shattered I guess...
Sometimes, it is just exciting...
Like Chubby taking a picture with Terresa Kok, a Yang Berhormat... (+_+) "
Lastly, I personally am touched with the overwhelming response of the donation box...People still believes, there is still hope for the country...Stay alive please...
"In a big country dreams stay with you..."
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
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In A Big Country
by Big Country
I've never seen you look like this without a reason,
Another promise fallen through, another season passes by you.
I never took the smile away from anybody's face,
And that's a desperate way to look for someone who is still a child.
CHORUS:
And in a big country, dreams stay with you,
Like a lover's voice, fires the mountainside..
Stay alive..
(I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered)
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..
CHORUS [x2]
So take that look out of here, it doesn't fit you.
Because it's happened doesn't mean you've been discarded.
Pull up your head off the floor, come up screaming.
Cry out for everything you ever might have wanted.
I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered.
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert,
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime..
CHORUS [x3]
those pics are so cool! lovely!
big boys oven: thanks man, u gave me plenty encouragement...
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